Michael's death was like a major earthquake and now come the aftershocks. Talking to his dad. Talking to his mom. Reading that obit. I spent the evenig looking at old photos and trying to find the little drawings he left here. I kept one on my office file cabinet at work until I retired. Remembering the good times and trying to erase the pain.
Here's a pic of Mikey with his dad in happier times.
It's been a week now, and tonite was the first time I tasted my dinner. I've been eating - it's just that nothing had any flavor.
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